When it would be among the living, like a shadow, easy,
Another life suddenly stood up in the mirrors,
Lips corners, like kuros, raised,
I spent the night in empty eye sockets,
Oh, how sad we would be, the living -
Like a long whistle in the dark,
How are the crooked stumps turned out,
Like the souls of the exorcised bodies, in their shame.
When it would be among the living, like a shadow,
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